You Should Try A little Harder To Not Be A Whore. No Offense Meant.
So, last night I had a dream in which people made fun of my 5 month old pedicure. In the dream, people were actually shrieking and running away. I kept telling them it wasn’t that bad, but no one agreed with me.
*sigh*
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I am watching the World Cup. Now, since many of you, my loyal readers, are American, the World Cup is a very big deal everywhere except the USA. I watch it every four years, because I love that sort of thing, as evidenced by my glee at the Olympics.
I played soccer as a child, which I know may come as a shock to those of you who know me, as it involves moving around in a rapid manner and possibly sweating, things I am notably against. But it’s true, and I played on a boy’s team, as there were no girl’s teams to be joined.
I was not very good, but was enthusiastic, as I am terribly competitive, a failing well known by those of you who have had the misfortune to compete with me in, well, anything.
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I often wonder how many kilos of crap is in my colon at any one time. I am slightly afraid to find out.
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Ok, now I must go. Shut up, I have SHIT to DO. Yeah, not really.
